Everyone thinks that I’m not happy, but I’m happy.
I’m just afraid this one is gonna hurt
because this girl is such a f’ing flirt
and she can’t keep on her f’ing skirt.
Her curves belong to the world
I can’t think of the words to describe this one girl.
I’m just afraid that this one is gonna hurt.
Sweet sweet librarian please talk to me Thursday eve. You are much too young to be considered a tease and much too young to be in love with me, but now you’re older. Who’s your baby? Do you still lie to your lover between the sheets through your teeth. Come over baby, you would say to me. Luckily I was busy then or was I just afraid of falling and getting hurt with a flirt.
So you’ve moved on, so have I, and that’s fine. We had a thing, we had a fling, we had a moment in time and you were kind and you sighed and you cried and you’d write of the loneliness that was difficult to survive. I tried to be that guy. It did not fit, it was the wrong size. You could have put it in words much better than I. I would have gotten hurt much worse. The reason why? You’re a flirt.